desensitization therapy

The afternoons are always unsettling.

After having lunch in the cafeteria, Fang Zhilian walked out along the river formed by the confluence of navy blue, and he finally put on the school uniform that could hide from the first day of junior high school but not the fifteenth day of junior high school.

Zhu Wen followed behind holding the dinner plate, yawning profusely.

The temperature has risen these days, and the classroom is unbelievably stuffy, comparable to the temperature when it is hot in summer.However, the temperature difference between morning and evening is huge. It is hot now, but I can shiver with cold when I go home after evening self-study.

There was still some time before class started, and no one wanted to go back to the classroom, so Zhu Wen simply took Fang Zhilian to sit under the shade of a tree next to the playground.

There are boys in twos and threes playing basketball not far away. You don't need to look to know that they must be freshmen and sophomores.

Zhu Wen kept staring at the basketball and said enviously, "I want to be relegated."

"No need to be downgraded," the bottle cap seemed to be deliberate, and Fang Zhilian couldn't unscrew it for a long time. "You can join them now."

The old god Zhu Wen sighed on the ground: "You don't understand, the responsibility of the college entrance examination is on my shoulders."

The prelude to the noon broadcast sounded on time. Compared with the content of speeches that are similar every day, people are more concerned about the function of telling the time.

It's already one o'clock.

Fang Zhilian stood up consciously and walked into the teaching building, and Zhu Wen reluctantly followed behind.

Like the daily noon broadcast, the first half is a reading of inspirational and positive articles, and the second half is two songs on request.The only difference is that the announcer paused for two seconds before ordering a song.

"The next song is for Song Feijue, who is in Class [-], Senior [-]."

The title of the song was unclear, but Fang Zhilian heard Song Feijue's name, and just as he was about to ask Zhu Wen to confirm, he heard Zhu Wen speak slowly behind his back.

"The radio station carries private goods. People order songs only on their birthdays. Does the school have special privileges?"

"is it?"

Fang Zhilian didn't pay much attention to the noon broadcast, and the few times he listened to it occasionally, it seemed that they were all the same greetings "Happy birthday" and "Happy every day".

Passing the back door of the classroom, the Chinese teacher was wandering around in front of the class. Zhu Wen didn't hand in her Chinese homework in the morning. She was still guilty at the moment, and grabbed Fang Zhilian's school uniform: "Go in after listening to these two songs."

"Okay." Fang Zhilian didn't understand the twists and turns in Zhu Wen's mind, but he also stopped.

A Korean song was played on the radio. Although the lyrics were incomprehensible, the tune was tinkling, relaxed and gentle.

"Do many people like Song Feijue?" For some reason, Fang Zhilian remembered this incident again. When he thought that he misunderstood Song Feijue's coercion, he couldn't find it funny.

"That's right, morality, intelligence, physique, beauty and labor are all taken up, and the family still has money. Don't girls like this?"

"The family has money? How can you tell?"

"Song Feijue's father came to give a speech at the beginning of freshman year of high school."

Zhu Wen suddenly stopped at this point, and winked to hint at Fang Zhilian, but unfortunately Fang Zhilian was still struggling with the unscrewed bottle cap and did not receive his hint.

"What happened to his father?"

Zhu Wen didn't know whether the rumor was true or not. After thinking about it, he decided not to mislead him: "It is said that his father is very powerful in Linchuan, but I don't know if it is true. Anyway, his father looks like a rich man. The watch I’m wearing costs hundreds of thousands, it’s just…”

How great?Fang Zhilian seemed to understand, but when the words came to his lips, he jumped into another question: "Why didn't his mother come to give a speech?"

Zhu Wen was about to talk, but was suddenly interrupted, and forgot what he was going to say: "Why the hell did you come?"

"Isn't it generally widowed-style education? Dad doesn't care about mom." Fang Zhilian said casually.

This question really stuck with Zhu Wen, how could he know what was going on in his family, Zhu Wen said: "I don't know, maybe it's because his father is more famous."

Fang Zhilian just asked casually, and didn't plan to delve into Song Feijue's family composition. When the next song was played, he changed the subject.

This topic is not as easy as the previous one. Fang Zhilian thought about it, and then asked tentatively: "No. [-] Middle School and Vocational High School are so close. If there was a conflict before, what would you usually do? Is it useful to report it to the teaching office?"

Zhu Wen is usually not very bright in his studies, but he is extremely sharp when it comes to key issues: "You are struggling to twist a bottle cap, who can you conflict with?"

Fang Zhilian argued for himself calmly: "There is a problem with this bottle cap, if you don't believe me, try it."

He handed the soda bottle to Zhu Wen, feeling a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

As expected, Zhu Wen didn't unscrew it either.

"Stop drinking," Zhu Wen twitched the corner of his mouth, threw the soda bottle to him, and changed the subject, "Who did you ask for?"

Fang Zhilian already had a result in his heart. After much deliberation, he felt that Zhu Wen was a reliable person. Even if he couldn't solve the problem, at least he wouldn't go out and talk nonsense.

So he organized his language and told about Tao Jiaqi being followed and harassed by the gangsters from the vocational high school, omitting the oolong caused by Song Feijue and his blind thinking.

Originally, there was a chat without a sentence, but a difficult decision-making matter came up during the chat.Zhu Wen was obviously also worried. He just said that the teaching office didn't care about things outside the school, and began to bow his head in thought.

"No wonder Tao Jiaqi doesn't go to evening self-study." A voice that popped up suddenly said.

Fang Zhilian turned around and saw You Li was also pinching her chin in thought, and she didn't know how long she had been standing behind her.

You Li spent much less time in contemplation than Zhu Wen, and Zhu Wen almost blurted out "When did you come?" At the same time, she snapped her fingers crisply: "Don't worry about it, I have a solution."

"What way?" Fang Zhilian asked.

Yuli only showed an unspeakable smile, and jumped into the classroom before stepping on the bell.

"secret."

The answer to the secret was quickly revealed without any suspense.

After the penultimate class was over, You Li ran to the first row to chat with Tao Jiaqi.

Tao Jiaqi didn't know You Li well before, so he obviously didn't expect her to come over to talk to her, so she was silent for a while, then nodded.When Yuli returned to the back row, she glanced back blankly.

"What did you say to her?" Zhu Wen asked curiously.

You Li pushed away Zhu Wen's approaching face in disdain, knocked on Fang Zhilian's desk, not without complacency: "I just asked her where her home is, it's a coincidence, it's not far from my home."

"And then?" Zhu Wen approached again persistently.

"Then?" Yuli said to herself, "I heard that people with low IQ generally have higher EQ."

"what?"

"Why do you have low IQ and low EQ?"

Zhu Wen jumped exaggeratedly, and Fang Zhilian, who was sitting by the side, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, partly because of You Li and Zhu Wen's gag, and partly because of Song Feijue's reply to WeChat.

The cause was a WeChat message sent by Fang Zhilian first.

A rare fire cloud appeared in the morning. Fang Zhilian had heard a saying that the appearance of a fire cloud in the morning meant that it would rain the next day.

He leaned on the window sill and took a photo, and sent it to Song Feijue who was in front of the dialog box.

Maybe it will rain tomorrow.Fang Zhilian typed a word, then muttered that feudal superstition was bad, so he deleted it.

Deleted, deleted, and deleted, and finally sent a very nonsensical sentence: Will there be exactly the same Huoshaoyun at night?

Song Feijue didn't reply all morning.

Fang Zhilian was not discouraged, he always liked to chat about some weird questions, and he didn't get serious answers a few times, and he forgot after chatting, not as good as a goldfish's memory.

until 3 minute ago.

Song Feijue's first reply was "Read it for you". At that time, Fang Zhilian thought he had sent it by mistake. Just as he was about to reply, the second reply came right after.

It's a photo of a sunset.

The glass windows are clear and bright, and extend outwards. The setting sun sinks between the towering buildings in the distance, which is just rightly orange-pink, and the birds staying in the oblique sunlight of the opposite teaching building can be vaguely seen.

The person who took the photo was probably somewhat obsessive-compulsive. The exposed square glass window is perpendicular to the horizontal lines of the photo, and the angle looks very comfortable.

And Song Feijue's last reply: It's not the same.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, You Li immediately went to the front row with her packed schoolbag to wait for Tao Jiaqi, and when Tao Jiaqi cleared up the space on the desk, she gestured to Fang Zhilian that she was okay.

Tao Jiaqi's slow movements were a little stiff and cramped, maybe even she herself didn't understand why a girl in the same class who had no friendship suddenly invited her to go home with her.

But Yuli couldn't help being too enthusiastic, so he insisted on holding her hand and urging her.

Fang Zhilian tilted his head and smiled at You Li knowingly.

Zhu Wen stuffed the papers into her schoolbag, and said without knowing, "Since when did Yuli and Tao Jiaqi have such a good relationship?"

"Who knows," Fang Zhilian said perfunctorily, "have dinner together?"

"Let's go!" Zhu Wen's attention was quickly diverted, and he caught a glimpse of Fang Zhilian's iTouch on the screen, and asked a little curiously, "Why does your wallpaper look a bit like the teaching building opposite us?"

Fang Zhilian turned on the phone and said with a smile, "Does it look good?"

You Li and Tao Jiaqi at the front door of the classroom had already left. Zhu Wen stretched his neck to watch them leave the classroom, and said indifferently: "It looks good."

Satisfied, Fang Zhilian picked up his schoolbag and went downstairs through the back door with Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen put his shoulders on his shoulders familiarly, and jumped down the steps with one leg: "Today you must treat me to ramen noodles, and you can't run away! But wontons are also fine, choose one..."

"I can't run away," Fang Zhilian's mood inexplicably improved, and he promised generously, "You don't need to choose one of the two, I will treat you to both."

Zhu Wenyi was happy and jumped down three steps, almost spraining his ankle.

Fang Zhilian went to catch him amusedly, and accidentally turned on the screen in his hand.

In the dialog box, the bottom two messages are Fang Zhilian's replies. The first message is a photo of a sunset that is almost the same, and the second message is a sentence.

"But we're looking at the same sunset, exactly the same."

It seemed, Fang Zhilian emphasized in his heart, it was just as if.

He seemed to hate Linchuan a little less.

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